Dream Holocaust Poems

I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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Dream, dreams of empire
in realms vision scapes
an infinite fire…

Standing, casting away all thoughts 
onto the shores of a world afar 

As the Red Sea’s meet
in...

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they shall fear this fury across the land
blazing bright the heavenly light of the savage crown 

all cower on the dusty, dank dominions of the...

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casting away all pieces and parts 
of an existence full of casual talk 
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms

full of philosophy...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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In my empire of dust…
I sit on a throne built of ruined, rust 
I sit, n think about what has been lost

why do images come...

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Tangled in dark thoughts
ominous imagination 
n oiled parts 
dark arts
cryptic mechanization 

things strange insane deranged 
feeling it all slipping away
falling in & out of me
of...

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would I were in a lifeless world
     in which I had no ancestors
        ...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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Is that you there 
I recognize that stair
Those eyes of a faraway dream
Fancy seeing you here, on this twilight day 
While walking along this 
Sterile...

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I can feel this heartbeat, gentle rhythm deep 
under my feet, I can feel the blood seep… 

I keep it clean, I can feel the...

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets...

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a procession

shadowed ravens watch 
depressive day turns
the winds bring Frost 

Skelton branches clutch 

Ghosts dance after the fall 
The procession crawls 
To the point of...

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